Album Review: New Found Glory - 'Radiosurgery'
A seventh album that advances the genre not an inch
4 / 10
Surely the return of Blink-182
should’ve been the spark that saw Lock Up Stage also-rans New Found Glory
explode from superfluousness. Instead, the Karl Pilkingtons of skate punk release a seventh album that advances the genre not an inch – growing pains bellowed along to ‘gnarly’ guitars and everything else that Charlie Simpson
made cringeworthy back in 2003. With pace set to ‘perky’, the occasionally impressive hooks of (oh yes) ‘Summer Fling, Don’t Mean A Thing
’ and (oh no) ‘Dumped
’ merge into a glossy mud from which nothing to rival ‘All The Small Things
’ emerges. And if you’re not aspiring to the benchmark, why bother?